作词 : Winter
I make my living feeling rotten
But I feel good when 
I play blues
Man, I make my living feeling rotten
But I feel good when 
I play blues
In this world of contradictions
What can a poor boy do?
Some folks say you can't sing blues
When you're feeling good
I guess when things are lousy
I ought to knock on wood
I make my living feeling rotten
But I feel good when 
I play blues
In this world of contradictions
Man, what can a poor boy do?
I guess the worst things get
The better they must be
This mixed up way of thinking
Man, is killing me
I make my living feeling rotten
But I feel good when 
I play blues, yes, 
I doIn this world of contradictions
What can a poor boy do? 
Yeah, what can 
I do? OhWell, if 
I feel a little bit better
I'll probably go broke
It' enough to give a man the blues
And man, that ain't no joke
I make my living feeling rotten
I feel good when 
I play blues
Well, in this world of contradictions
What can a poor boy do?